13th Floor : The non existing floor

In an endless place of nothing but white, resides a girl with color. The void as most hellion would refer to is vast white space of nothingness, no end, no beginning, just the madness of never ending nothingness.

The only color there was a vision of a girl wearing a full black dress, her eyes blood red, her lips blood red. She was like the lady of the space as most would assume, but she was a prisoner with no exact hell, for her sins were inherited from that of her previous life.

She would bite her self to ease the nothingness, mark the endlessness with red that later vanish. Within seconds. Minutes. Time.

There was no time in this space, its a world with just her, there was no visible way in, nor was there a way out.

She was trapped in a space of white, a non existing void in space, the unlucky floor that does not exist anywhere, the 13th floor. She would scream in pain, scream in horror, but her screams could reach no one, neither could it reach her own ears. She would write with no ink, but would forget of words, sounds, anything for that matter. The void had turned her into nothing, that soon, she will just be a ghost of an empty space.

The ghost of the void, or someone who was once called the Madre of the Holy order, Magenta Loftchild.